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Ripostes of Ezra Po 00 Poun Rich
Ripostes of Ezra Po 00 Poun Rich
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RIPOSTES OF
EZRA POUND
PROSE
THE
SPIRIT OF
ROMANCE
RIPOSTES
OF
EZRA POUND
WHERETO ARE APPENDED
THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF
T.
E.
HULM
MCMXII
CONDON
Gird ou thy
star,
fate.
TO
CONTENTS
S1LET
IN
....
.
.
EXITUM CU1USDAM
.9 n
VAGI
.
APPARUIT
12
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14
17
20
21
"
A GIRL
....
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23 24 *5
31
THE SEAFARER
ECHOES:
1
ECHOES
DIEU
AN IMMORALITY
!
QU'lL LA FAIT
SALVE PONTIFEX
33
34
35
36 42
43
45
PLUNGE
46
A VIRGINAL
48
50
51
PAN
IS
DEAD
THE PICTURE
OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO
THE RETURN
EFFECTS
.......
. .
52
53
OF
MUSIC
UPON
COMPANY
OF
PEOPLE
I.
II.
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57
HULME
58 60
......
.
61
62
63
CONVERSION
64
RIPOSTES
SILET
I
WHEN
Why
There
It is
behold
how
black, im-
mortal ink
Drips from
my
deathless pen
!
should
?
what
think
is
enough
in
what
chance to say.
What
it
to rime
When
it
autumn do we
of
get
spring
weather,
harsh northwindish
It is
What if
It is
enough that we once came together the wind have turned against the
;
rain
?
;
enough that we once came together this, and will not turn
And who
are we,
who know
that last
intent,
a testament
ro
IN
EXITUM CUIUSDAM
a certain one's departure
On
"
rTpIME'S
all
bitter flood
"
!
Oh, that's
Or
when you
first
gripped fame
I
circle and can fairly tell have What you kept and what you've left behind I know my circle and know very well How many faces I'd have out of mind.
:
know your
ii
APPARUIT
rose
the house,
in
the
portal GOLDEN a
thee,
saw
portent.
Life died
down
in the
lamp and
flickered,
in the
glamorous sun
fields
thine there, the land, yet the steely going open darkly hast thou dared and the dreaded
lies
aether
ing a-loose the cloak of the body, earnest straight, then shone thine oriel and the
it,
loveli-
ah
me
swift in departing,
Clothed in goldish weft, delicately perfect, The cloth of the magical gone as wind
!
hands
Thou
cunning
?
I
Moved
watched
These
five millennia,
eyes
not, nor ever
light
answer
my
desire,
I
And thy
limbs,
wherethrough
saffron thing.
leapt aflame,
up
to pillow
And
the
And
wearied out
signs.
my
And
there
place.
is
no new thing
this
See, I
have
left
the
And
all
thee.
thou unmindful
Even the river many days ago, The river, thou wast over young. And three souls came upon Thee
And And
1
came.
;
I flowed in upon thee, beat them off have been intimate with thee, known
Have
thy
palms
and
Flowed
in,
thy heels
How
in
Was
not thee
And no sun comes to rest me in this place, And I am torn against the jagged dark,
15
And no light beats upon me, and you No word, day after day.
say
Oh And
!
could get
all
their crafty
glass-green fields.
16
| YOUR London
Sea,
score years
oddments
of all things,
someone
else.
You have been second always. Tragical ? No. You preferred it to the usual thing One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind with one thought less,
:
each year.
Hours,
where
something
one.
have
floated up.
Yes,
you
richly
17
You
are a person of
some
interest,
one
comes to you
And
Trophies fished up
tion
;
suggestale for
and a
That
never
fits
corner
or
shows
of
use,
Or
finds
its
:
hour
days
The
Idols
tarnished,
;
gaudy,
old
For
all
this
sea-hoard
of
deciduous
things,
Strange woods
half
:
sodden,
and new
brighter stuff
18
No
deep, there
is
nothing
In the whole
and
Nothing
all,
that's quite
your own.
Yet
this is you.
N.Y.
MY
Now
City,
my
!
beloved,
my
white
Ah, slender,
Listen
will
Delicately
upon the
me
do I know that I am mad, For here are a million people surly with
traffic ;
This
is
no maid.
My
City,
my
beloved,
breasts,
Thou Thou
art a
maid with no
me
And I will breathe into thee And thou shalt live for ever.
a soul,
20
A GIRL
tree has entered
The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you
are,
are,
THE
my
hands,
Moss you
You
child
you
are,
And
to the world.
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'PHASELLUS ILLE"
papier-mache, which you see,
of editors.
mind was made up in the seventies," Nor hath it ever since changed that concoction.
It works to represent that school of
"
thought
Nor will the horrid threats of Bernard Shaw Shake up the stagnant pool of its convictions
;
Nay, should the deathless voice of all the world Speak once again for its sole stimulation, Twould not move it one jot from left to
right.
the Cyclades,
She'd find a model for St Anthony In this thing's sure decorum and behaviour.
22
AN OBJECT
thing, that
core,
set
where
And
QUIES
is
THIS the
Pass
and
a
;
be
silent,
Rullus,
for
day
something
since
this
Hath lacked
lady passed
marginal.
Twas
but
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THE SEAFARER
(From
I
the early
A nglo-Saxon
self
text)
for
MAY
my own
song's truth
in
reckon,
Journey's jargon,
how
harsh
oft.
I
abided,
care's hold,
there
oft
ship's
head
Coldly
cliffs.
My
feet
were by
frost
;
benumbed.
Hew my
chafing sighs heart round and hunger begot Mere-weary mood. Lest man know not
loveliest liveth,
how
Deprived of
my
kinsmen
25
Hung
There
with hard
ice-flakes,
where
hail-
scur flew,
And
Did
heard naught save the harsh sea ice-cold wave, at whiles the swan
I
cries,
games the gannet's clamour, Sea-fowls' loudness was for me laughter, The mews' singing all my mead-drink.
for
my
fell
on
In icy feathers
full oft
With spray on
his pinion.
faring needy.
who aye
in win-
some
ness,
weary
brine.
Neareth nightshade, snoweth from north, Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth
then 26
Nathless there
that
The
heart's
thought
on
alone.
high
streams
man
over
Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to
;
the faithful
for sea-fare
Nor winsomeness
delight
to
wife,
nor world's
the
else
save
wave's
The
admonisheth
man
thinks
On
Cuckoo
singeth summerward, bodeth sorrow, The bitter heart's blood. Burgher knows
He
not
He
the prosperous
man
what some
per-
form
Where wandering them widest draweth. So that but now my heart burst from my
breast-lock,
My mood
would wander wide. On earth's shelter cometh oft to me, Eager and ready, the crying lone-flyer,
Whets
for
the
whale-path
the
heart
irresistibly,
seeing that
this
anyhow
My
lord
deems to me
dead
life
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loan and on land, I believe not That any earth-weal eternal standeth
On
Save there be somewhat calamitous That, ere a man's tide go, turn it to twain.
Disease or oldness or sword-hate
Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body. And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after-
Laud
some
last
word, That he will work ere he pass onward, Frame on the fair earth 'gainst foes his
malice,
shall
honour him
after
'mid the
Days
little
durable,
And
all
Nor gold-giving
29
Howe'er in mirth most magnified, Whoe'er lived in life most lordliest, Drear all this excellence, delights undurable
!
Waneth
Tomb
the watch, but the world holdeth. hideth trouble. The blade is layed
low.
No man
But age
at all going the earth's gait, fares against him, his face paleth,
Grey-haired
he groaneth, companions,
knows gone
Lordly
men
whose
Nor Nor
in
mid
heart,
And though he
strew the grave with gold, His born brothers, their buried bodies Be an unlikely treasure hoard.
ECHOES
I
me
Lady BEFITS
Past
all
disproving
Thou
me
Worthy
Is
In like
commend
refineth,
is
he,
Who,
loving fixedly,
Love so
Till
In
whom
love's vested
To me observing
How
power
To pay my
ECHOES
II*
keep'st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will be over,
THOU
As
Think'st
thou
?
that
Death
will
kiss thee
Dark House
?
Will the
new
Prefer
my cloak
'Neath which the last year lies, For thou shouldst more mistrust
Time than
*
my
eyes.
33
AN IMMORALITY
ING we
for love
else is
Naught
I
Though
There
is
have been
many
a land,
naught
else in living.
And
my
sweet,
Though
34
DIEU
QU'IL LA FAIT
Charles
From
U Orleans
For music
!
and bonny For the great charms that are upon her Ready are all folk to reward her.
she
is
GOD How
so fair
Who
!
could part
spells are
When
alway renewed on her God that mad'st her well regard her, How she is so fair and bonny.
From
Dame
Hath
God
35
SALVE PONTIFEX
(A. C. S.)
after
ONEHigh
And And
Priest of lacchus,
winds
The whisperings
of leaves
on sunlit days.
many
the seas beyond the sands are one In ultimate, so we here being many
;
Are unity
For the lines of life lie under thy fingers, And above the vari-coloured strands Thine eyes look out unto the infinitude
And even
as Triplex Sisterhood
36
High
Priest of lacchus,
O
And
High
Priest of lacchus
far-sourced canti-
O
Life
Twin-born
part,
sister,
that
is
life's
counter-
And
of night
of night
High
Priest of lacchus,
mystery
of song,
37
following even
And
O High
Though
scythe
voice of Perse-
phone, Leaving thee solitary, master of initiating Maenads that come through the
of the
double cup They might turn the dead of the world Into paeans,
of
Now
that
thee,
the
evening
cometh
upon
38
Breathe upon
exultant
us,
that low-bowed
and
the
numbers Of them that, even as thou, have woven Wicker baskets for grape clusters Wherein is concealed the source of the
Thy magic
in parting
Of dead years wherein thy lacchus Looked not upon the hills, that being Uncared for, praised not him in entirety.
High
Priest of lacchus,
The wonder
of
full
of
years art
young, Loving even this lithe Persephone That is free for the seasons of plenty
Whereby thou being young art old And shalt stand before this Persephone Whom thou lovest,
In darkness, even at that time That she being returned to her hus-
band
Shall be queen
and a maiden no
being
neither
longer,
Wherein thou
old
nor
young
Standing on the verge of the sea Shalt pass from being sand,
O High
Priest of lacchus,
sands,
40
all
The
High
Priest of lacchus,
!
in
me
as the eternal
moods
and not
BE
And
As
Have me
of sunless cliffs
of grey waters.
The shadowy
flowers of Orcus
Remember
Thee.
42
THE NEEDLE
or the stellar tide will slip
away. COME,
of its
Now
for
my
soul
Come now,
pole.
in,
43
The
treasure
is
ours,
make we
fast land
with
it.
its
next
Abide
force
44
SUB MARE
is,
and
is
not, I
am
sane enough,
this place
IT
Then
come
has
autumn
roses,
And one
gropes in these things as delicate Algae reach up and out beneath Pale slow green surgings of the under-
45
PLUNGE
WOULD
I
I
burn,
New
Oh
friends,
!
new
faces,
Places
to be out of this,
is all I
This that
wanted
And
you,
Love,
the
more
de-
Do
not
loathe
all
walls,
streets,
stones,
ways
I
of traffic
You,
me
like
water,
Oh, but far out of this Grass, and low fields, and
!
hills,
And
sun,
Out and
alone,
!
among some
Alien people
47
A VIRGINAL
no
!
Go from me.
have
left
NO,
I
my
sheath with
lesser brightness,
For
my
ness
surrounding
;
bound
me
And
straitly
left
me
;
aether
As with sweet
clearness.
Oh,
in her near-
ness
To sheathe me half
sheathe her.
No, no
Go from me.
have
still
the
flavour,
come from
in the
As
winter's
sleight
hand
:
As white
hours.
49
PAN
is
IS
DEAD
is
dead.
!
Great Pan
dead.
PAN
Ah
bow your
heads, ye maidens
all,
his coronal.
no summer
in the leaves,
;
And
Or gather
pledges
That I may not say, Ladies. Death was ever a churl. That I may not say, Ladies. How should he show a reason, That he has taken our Lord away
season
THE PICTURE*
THE
And
The eyes
* "
was not to be
drowned
out,
Venus
Reclining,"
(1442-93).
T
And
No man
who
she's gone,
are here,
who was his Cyprian, " who are " The Isles
to me.
here's the thing that lasts the whole
thing out
The eyes
of this
THE RETURN
EE, they return ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the
;
uncertain
Wavering
And murmur
in the wind,
Wing'd-with-Awe,"
Haie
53
Slow on the
leash,
54
DEUX MOVEMENTS
1. 2.
Temple qui
fut.
Poissons d'or.
curls back, Their souls like petals, Thin, long, spiral, Like those of a chrysanthemum curl
SOUL
Green
of plasma, rose-white,
Vibrating,
55
O O O
Flower animate
calyx
!
crowd
of foolish people
The
petals
On
Delicate.
See, they dance, step to step.
Flora to festival,
Woven Woven
Wave, bow
Pause,
rise,
deepen in colour,
And
fold in drowsily.
II
and welling
this,
;
Beat and indented it Rain dropped and came and fell upon Hail and snow,
this,
then across the white silken, Bellied up, as a sail bellies to the wind,
Over the fluid tenuous, diaphanous, Over this curled a wave, greenish, Mounted and overwhelmed it.
This
membrane
bellied out
floating above,
And
by the up-pressing
soul.
Then came a mer-host, And after them legion of Romans, The usual, dull, theatrical
!
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good for good custom, a custom fellowship and out of Tuscany and of Provence
reprinted
;
;
They
are
here
for
ness of bulk
and
for
good memory,
and meetings of two years gone, dull enough at the time, but rather pleasant to look back upon.
*
Mr Pound
my
age.
T. E. H.
58
School of Images/' which may or may not have existed, its principles were not so interesting as those of the
As
for the
"
"
inherent dynamists
"
or of Les Unani-
they were probably sounder than those of a certain French school which attempted to dispense with verbs
mistes, yet
who
"
over their raspberry-coloured flanks. Ardoise rimed richly ah, richly and
rarely rimed
!
with framboise.
Les Imagistes, the
As
refrain
from publishing
my
proposed
Historical
Memoir
of their forerunners,
because
Mr Hulme has
threatened to
E. P.
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AUTUMN
A
I
TOUCH
I
of
cold in the
Autumn
nightwalked abroad,
the ruddy
And saw
hedge
moon
lean over a
With white
faces like
town
children.
60
MANA ABODA
Beauty
is
the
marking-time,
the
stationary
vibration, the feigned ecstasy of an arrested impulse unable to reach its natural end.
ABODA, whose
The MANA Seems
bent form
grief
Yet on a day I heard her cry " 1 weary of the roses and the singing
poets
Josephs
all,
not
tall
enough to try."
61
BOVE
the quiet dock in mid night, Tangled in the tall mast's corded
height,
What seemed
so far
THE EMBANKMENT
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a
cold, bitter night.)
in finesse of fiddles
found
ONCE,ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the
hard pavement.
Now
see I
stuff of poesy.
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in
comfort
lie.
CONVERSION
i
Cast over, stifled me. I was bound Motionless and faint of breath
By
own eunuch.
Now
pass
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Mr. Ezra Pound leapt into fame with " " 11 Personae and Exultations." More
recently he has been translating and but in expounding the Troubadours
;
this
as
by
Mr.
T.
E.
Hulme,
the
meta-
who
STEPHEN SWIFT